It is strange being a Stay-at-home-Dad. For instance a chant of "ihopeiwinatoaster, ihopeiwinatoaster" floating up the basement steps. My nearly seven [eight] (now nine) ((now ten)) [[eleven]] {twelve} year-old twin boys concoct, devise, arrange, invent, write, say, imagine and dream the damndest things. Things that make me wonder. Ideas and stories that I may think on for days after I encounter them. I'll share some here. They made me do this.
Essential. Childhood. Nonsense. Explained.

Monday, November 28, 2011

"All Hail" (or What Did The Clown Do?)

I never really got the story on this one just nearly tripped over it one day. It sort of creeps me out with its blatant absurdity, if Camus had Legos, you know.

I mean what did the clown do? Who slayed him and what appears to be the ice cream man? Is this a joyless god to whom they are praying? Is it a birthday party gone horribly wrong? Why does that woman have the golden chalice? Why are they all so stiff and formal and expressionless? What does the machine thingee do? Why is this happening?

But most troubling to me, the real question is... who came in the car?